The Futon

Hi, my name is Eli.

ME: I have to go..um...hehehe...

I need to go home.

I'm drunk.
I'm being stupid.
I'm in the mood to make out with a boy.

And everyone's fighting.

I walk into the kitchen--

JEREMY: I don't understand. Why does Joey think you love me?
DAVIS: Because I do! In a friendly way. Joey's just jealous.
JEREMY: Are you sure? Because you could tell me if--
DAVIS: Jeremy, I don't love you, okay? You know me. I'm not like that.
JEREMY: Fine.

And Jeremy starts to go--

DAVIS: Jeremy, wait!

I follow after him. He can lead me to the elevator. I should have gone with Hank when he took off, but I like my alcohol on the free side, for real.

NATHAN: You're not going to tell me what I can and can't do, Ben.

Ben and Nathan are fighting in the living room. Nathan grabs his coat.

BEN: Nathan, where are you going?
NATHAN: Jeremy can drive me home.
BEN: The Hell he can!

But Nathan and Jeremy are already gone.

JOEY: This night was a disaster.
DAVIS: Kind of like our relationship.
JOEY: If you want to call it that.

Ben starts to cry.

It's awkward.

Joey goes into Jeremy's old room and shuts the door.

DAVIS: If anyone is going to crash here, just pull out the futon. And no puking anywhere.

He goes into his room and shuts the door.

Then it's just me, Carter, and Ben.

Carter leans over Ben's shoulder and presses his cheek up against Ben's face.

CARTER: It'll be okay, Ben.

He slowly begins to kiss his neck. Ben pushes him away at first, but then finally he gives in and the two of them are lying down on the bed going at it.

I look down at them and think...

Well, I don't think much of anything. I don't have to.

After a few seconds, they realize I'm there.

And then before I know it, my shirt's off...

...And that's the last thing I remember.